The day Ponyboy turned to Lead.

I sit here

My drink cold and my heart warm in my chest

The swirling people pass me like falling leaves

Just as beautiful and falling just as fast

With their golden clothes and the insides empty

Their conversations echoing in the corridors of their souls

Their minds are cold and flicker like the computer screen

The only thing we share is youth

I wear the same clothes but my heart is full

Lounging and stretching like the beast at rest

And tiring of that place

Where the halls are full but the eyes are hollow

I leave

My glass half full and sweating

And the only reminder of my passing is the stain on the mahogany